[ He could, as she's grabbing him from behind, fire blasts from both feet to send them rocketing backward into the wall. It's an option, but one that would probably break her ribs if not her spine, and while he wouldn't necessarily lose any sleep over it he'd also probably get in more trouble than he already might for destroying their bed, so... maybe plan B is better.
Plan B: Let it happen!
Her grip is secure, her form is flawless and the maneuver is executed perfectly. The sound of the impact is solid, but not quite right for the weight of a body being slammed to the ground. His hands, as it turns out, shot out to catch himself at the last moment, pushing back hard enough to just barely keep his head from making contact with the floor. He's used to catching himself on his hands, anyway - in a fight, he spends almost as much time on them as he does on his feet. Hell, he could have been an acrobat.
Though the floor is slightly dented from where his hands caught himself. She's no slouch, that's for sure. ]
That makes two of us that don't care, then.
[ He doesn't even try to escape her grip. He's still upside-down in her arms.
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Plan B: Let it happen!
Her grip is secure, her form is flawless and the maneuver is executed perfectly. The sound of the impact is solid, but not quite right for the weight of a body being slammed to the ground. His hands, as it turns out, shot out to catch himself at the last moment, pushing back hard enough to just barely keep his head from making contact with the floor. He's used to catching himself on his hands, anyway - in a fight, he spends almost as much time on them as he does on his feet. Hell, he could have been an acrobat.
Though the floor is slightly dented from where his hands caught himself. She's no slouch, that's for sure. ]
That makes two of us that don't care, then.
[ He doesn't even try to escape her grip. He's still upside-down in her arms.
He yawns. ]
Is that all?